Grade school didn’t teach me nothing except this: to imagine to dream. Then my friends let me down. "Get real! Your not one to make it up that hill.” God alone knew I would be here now. With the world as His movie cast It was I that God chose, I hate to say it but told you so. I wanted it and I could taste it. My imagination it is the culprit. My mother and father they would say “Boy you’ve got some imagination!” They say dream big. You say I told you so. You will dream big, Ill say I told you so.
